"What flavor chapstick do you use?" The sudden question startles Minho out of his daze. The half-naked man cranes his head backward, eyes landing on a fully naked figure emerging from the comforter on his bed.
"You're awake." Minho states plainly, no real purpose attached to his statement.
"Yeah, uh... Your bed is really comfortable." Jisung says mostly to himself as he slides off the mattress, quickly tugging the comforter over his exposed crotch. Minho turns away from Jisung and refocuses on the cigarette between his fingers and the expanse of city lights before him.
Moments later, Jisung joins Minho out on the balcony, now wearing boxers, overseeing a portion of Korea's capital. Minho happens to live on the 32nd floor of a prestigious looking condominium that has a perfect view of the Han River. The sight is truly serene; sublime and glorious the way gold and silver ripple across the deep, dark strip of water. Black and blue and white and gold reflect in the glances of city-goers that turn their heads, intentionally or not. The reflection in Minho's eyes is intentional. But neither alternative applies to Jisung. The only light in Jisung's eyes is the glow of Minho's skin under the pale moonlight. Neither male averts their gaze. Every breath taken is as silent as the induced exhales that disappear in the light breeze. Only the voice of the city rings low in the air, emanating a soft hum from the hazy night aura; suffocating the minds of the perched pair the same way Minho suffocates his lungs with tar.
No words are shared while Jisung continues to ogle the vice's features, recently concentrating on the roll of lung cancer sitting idle between his plush lips. The dying spark at the blackened mouth proceeds dangerously close to the cigarette's bud. Smoke curls closely under Minho's nose, and Jisung can feel his eyebrows clench.
"It's done. Throw it away." The younger plucks the burnt bud from the other's startled lips and pushes it into the tabletop ashtray located against the balcony wall, ultimately extinguishing it.
"What the fuck." Minho chuckles breathily. Unfortunately for Jisung, his chivalrous effort is also extinguished when Minho pulls a packed box Marlboros from his cardigan pocket.
"Could you hand me the lighter on the table?" Jisung scoffs and smacks the new stick out of Minho's fingers.
"Hey! What's wrong with you? These are expensive!" Vexed and nonplussed, Minho still tucks the white and red box back into his pocket, however indignant.
"You shouldn't have those anyway. They'll rot your lungs and destroy your throat."
"You think I don't know that? Y'know, you shouldn't even be out here! You should be sleeping so you can get up early and leave before I wake up." Jisung's eyebrows furrow at such a specific prediction; request?
"Why would I? Do you-... If you want me to leave, I could just go n-" Before Jisung can even begin to turn away, Minho grips his shoulder none too lightly.
"No! I mean, uhm... Just- Why would you want to stay? It's not like we know each other. What would the point be?" The younger's expression softens after hearing the distinction of insecurity in Minho's hushed voice.
"I...don't know. Is it wrong for me to want to stay?" Both men ponder over the question in silence. Minho tongues at the inside of his bottom lip.
"I guess not. But..that's not usually how these things go." A chill inducing draft wafts over their mostly bare skin, and Jisung shifts lightly in his stance, unbeknownst to Minho, who is cradled in a thick, black cardigan.
"Well, I wouldn't know. This is my first time...doing something like this." The older raises an eyebrow in genuine surprise. Sue Minho for thinking this admirable specimen gets it on on a regular basis. His skillful foreplay and tremble-worthy dexterity could fool anyone.
"What? Really? Are you-... How old are you, Jisung?" For whatever reason, hearing his name fall from Minho's mouth so casually sent goosebumps down the mentioned's back.
"I'm 19. Is it...obvious?" Minho blinks, internally counting to 24 from 19.
"What do you mean? Is what obvious?" He doesn't mean... Does he?
"I mean... Y'know... This was a first for me." Of all the things Jisung has done to Minho tonight, this new knowledge might make him cry the fastest.
This 19 year old, recently a virgin, had just had his innocence ripped away from him by a trashy, 24 year old escort. And all Minho could do was stare at the blushing teen, trying to comprehend the weight of his careless, lust-driven actions. He didn't realize he was tearing up until he felt a light hand on his cheek.
"Minho? What's wrong? You're crying." Jisung flinched when the notably older man pulled away from his touch, wiping his flushed nose and eyes with his sleeve.
"Sorry, I just...didn't realize how young you are. And- God, it never occurred to me that I might- might take someone's-"
"Hey, hey. Don't worry about it. I knew what I was doing. Like, I actually had no idea what I was doing, heh, but I knew what a night with a prostitute entails. Minho..." Jisung grasps Minho's ever so slightly smaller hands in his own, gently rubbing his knuckles with the pads of his thumbs.
"I don't regret anything. Y'know, uh~, hah... My friend actually recommended you..to me. I've never had anyone willing to cross the line with me. I finally got tired of doing stuff by myself, so my friend suggested I just pay someone." Minho couldn't help but giggle at the younger's confession, however crude it may be.
"Well, I hope I didn't disappoint you. I know how it is for someone's first time to turn out...horrible." Minho chuckled awkwardly at the end, which had Jisung questioning what exactly Minho meant but would save the question for another time; if there will be another time.
"N-No, you weren't horrible. Far from it, actually! I-... I had a good time,..Minho. I'm glad I spent my first time with someone as experienced as you. You did well in guiding me when I had no clue of what to do." Minho softly smiled at the compliment. That might be the first time any stranger ever has given Minho a sincere compliment, free of all ulterior motives or ill intentions.
It feels good.
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Wow, I'm so sentimental, ig. I love soft fics about sex workers. Don't know why, but I have a soft spot for the semblance of the lives of sex workers versus the reality. Anyway, was it good? Enjoyable? No? Ok.
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Minsung Oneshots
RandomVery short oneshots with a lot of dialog because I'm too impatient to write imagery and stuff. Also, very slow updates cause I can only write if I have motivation, and that seems to come in short bursts these days. Don't expect much from me. These w...
